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letra de chinese food (plaqueboymax diss wars song) - slump6s

[part i]

[intro]
my fault, i gotta take care of my son real quick
evil empire
n-ggas done got me back in that mode (come on)

[verse]
gotta take care of my son, he don’t listen to me, but he listen to zeke
blowin’ down all of them cigs, that lil’ boy wanna die, but he live for the beef, haha
cuss on my name, i don’t gotta write no more, but, b-tch, i’m in it for the breesh, d-mn
rat n-gga fell [?] for the persona and then he couldn’t keep it p
but i know you ashamed of yourself
grown-ass man and your a&r callin’ you dirty, i know you ain’t bathin’ yourself
finna cop a new crib, i got an llc and a brand and i made it myself
know you happy you took this lil’ sh-t to rap, ’cause with hands, it ain’t no one to help
need to put down the cigs, lil’ n-gga, me and gang really smokin’ on top shelf (buh, buh, buh)
you was in my phone cryin’ like a b-tch
sent a lo’ and said, “p-ssy, come get me a flight,” now we tryna get views off of twitch? i get it (on gang)
i had to dub the lil’ offer that came from your bum-ass label, that sh-t not hittin’
shout out lil’ max, i got five-star hoes on my d-ck and your b-tch the next one, just kiddin’ (on god)
that b-tch trash
your mama see you, i know that she mad
i know she probably raised you to be better, he wanted to be a follower instead
look where that got him
b-tch, you a lil’ guy, n-gga, no problem
only f-ck grown hoes, n-gga, no —-, huh
chrome hearts all on my collar
f-ck ’bout a deal, still ballin’, igoudala, deadass
let’s have a moment of silence for what the f-ck’s under that kufi, a real-life headass
steve harvey in the face with a ten-year-old body, the n-gga should be in a sped class
nineteen and i’m on my second property, i been the one, i meant that sh-t when i said that
callin’ up swift, he gon’ send the live for me, he try to push up, swear to god, he get sent back
[part ii]

[intro]
ayy
ayy, top dog sh-t, you already know what the f-ck goin’ on, man ([?] where are you?)

[verse]
ayy, i got a show in miami next week, that sh-t on the pace right now to sell out
know how to finesse a label, i’ll get a lil’ chip, but h-ll nah, i won’t sell out
you know what they to do lil’ n-ggas like you inside that, that’s why you had to tell out
dirty-ass room that you be sittin’ in all day, how do you take the smell out, n-gga?
[?] made this sh-t scary, it made this sh-t horror, yeah, somethin’ like get out, huh (somethin’ like get out)
we the one with all the drugs in that b-tch and my n-gga been known to supply it, hold up
got all the paperwork right in your face, n-gga, you the one that pointed them out, b-tch
every time i’m in the mall and i see some new marni, a n-gga go buy it
i do whatever i want, b-tch, f-ck would i listen to you for?
perfect example, right message, wrong messages, shut the f-ck up and go make your ass useful
after this lil’ sh-t, i gotta catch a flight, i might pop a lil’ x, send my ass right to pluto
go tell your label that i need a payment for this since you stuck to them n-ggas like glue, though
uh, b-tch, i could do this all day, uh-huh
y’all rap n-ggas’ food on my plate
was seventeen first, i got twenty bands, nowadays, that’s just a regular day, uh-huh
you better not slip up around him, boy, you better watch out for officer jace
they thought i was trippin’ off drugs, but i’m trippin’ off all of this money i make
uh, b-tch, i could do this all day, uh-huh
y’all rap n-ggas’ food on my plate
was seventeen first, i got twenty bands, nowadays, that’s just a regular day, uh-huh
you better not slip up around him, boy, you better watch out for officer jace
they thought i was trippin’ off drugs, but i’m trippin’ off all of this money i make

- slump6s

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